All of Ourselves

I am the eyes of the poor Hungry and searching for more They look on in awe Of the wonders of beauty that surrounds them But fails to embrace I would give what I had To make the feeling of worth come back And the eyes shine Once again But giving material possessions Would only help for awhile To teach something new Get a spark and a smile And loving the intricate style That makes us all individually unique So I speak with compassion and say In humanity there's got to be a way To get past the human condition And give all of ourselves author note: I went to 3 major cities, in 6 monthes time. I guess I was looking to appreciate what I had. I have done alot of work with homelessness in the United States, so, I became that way myself. My second month there, a man gave me a ride to the newspaper office where I was doing a little freelance. We talked along the way. It was nice since that day I was carrying my briefcase (that is my portfolio) weighing atleast 20 pounds. He said that he had a son, that was into art. He wants to be a writer also. He asked if there was any advice that I could give. I smiled and said well, I would keep a regular job. If there's anything he is interested in, I'd have him do that, but if he keeps going back to writing, and he cannot quit. If it inspires him, makes him happy and that becomes his career. You'll know. All writers I know are kind of different in one respect or another. He began to laugh. This verse may just be a few simple words, but they are penned from my gut. It would have been nice to just sit and drink tea, for crying out loud, with a fellow writer that I dearly love with ALL of my heart and soul. Life...just gotta live it.